Saturday 9th April (On the Move)

Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window onto a fabulous spring morning. The sky was blue, and the warm sunshine could be felt inside The Joint, and the green grass was covered in a fine dew. A Song Thrush song from the top of a tree.

After a lazy start Mr. Kite and His Lady continued their migration and stopped in West Hampstead. Now Mr. Kite did not see many birds; a Magpie or two; a flock of Feral Pigeons. But Mr. Kite sat in The Residence garden surrounded by an arrray of trees, plants and shrubs with a few fluttering Great Tits and Blue Tits.

Today Mr. Kite and His Lady met up with family to celebrate a birthday. So a large pot of vegetable chilli was produced, mature cheese grated, rice boiled and Mr. Kite enjoyed an evening of eating, talking and of course drinking. Mr. Kite quaffed a tipple of Fullers Extra Special ESB Champion Ale, ate too much, drank too much and talked too much. Cheers from a chubby, flabby, larger than usual Mr. Kite.